John’s day was even more frantic than mine. He had to stuff the last few items he could fit into the POD, throw out what wouldn’t fit (we’ll see if we miss those lamps …), and grab his trip back pack and both of our packed-to-the-gills suitcases for leaving at his parent’s house in NY. As he hauled all of this out the front door to catch a cab, he ran by our apartment building’s front desk, tossed the keys to the concierge, and said ‘bye, email us if there are any issues.’ No time for a walk-through! He met me at Union Station about 10 minutes before our train left.